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Memories

This time of year, the department store formal wear sections are littered with high school girls; a couple years ago, a sales clerk even asked me if I was looking for my prom dress--hee! These days, I never dress-up like that, unless of course it's for a friend's wedding, but it's just not the same as back then. No tacky wrist corsages, for one!

I couldn't help breaking out these old photos.

Here I am at junior prom going the costume-y route with flapper waves in my hair and red lips. Um, whoever took this photo: I hate you for not telling me my hanger strap was hanging out. And what is that crazy black Isabella Blow-esque feather concoction I'm holding in my hand? A hat? A handbag? Holy Don't!

And here I am at senior prom with my two besties, Nana (left) and Julie (right).

I got my dress at Cache. I wore it with silver, strappy heels. Sheer stomach panels were apparently all the rage in 1997. Great trick I learned from this photo, P.S.: Stand in the middle of your friends and you'll look a lot slimmer since they're splicing off part of your body!

And in case you're wondering why there are no boys in these photos, it's because junior year I went stag and senior year, well, I went with my friend's little bro. So, hey, I wasn't the most popular girl in school, but at least I had fun at the dances--ha. What about you?